I seem to be writing about despair a lot lately; like that person who only has bad news to share at the party. Despair has been found through conversations with dear friends who feel broken, reading and listening to others who publicly declare their despair, and feeling moments of hopelessness myself. Oh, sure – there has been lots and lots of joy, too! But I keep coming back to discerning what, exactly, are we to do with this human emotion of despair! It seemed to plateau this past week as I both experienced and witnessed intense emotions at the conclusion of a divisive election. Continue reading
I put off writing this week, waiting for something inspiring to happen. We just made it through Holy Week and Easter – an ample supply of God moments! But now it feels as if my eyes have been closed. This week it seemed that I spent more time fighting with my 3-year-old than experiencing moments of love with our family. This week I found myself lost in the schedule and far too focused on the next task to pay attention to what God was doing. Sure, there are little stories from the week – little moments of grace and God’s love at work. But no earth shattering, captivating stories to share! Continue reading
Today is Easter; a day, I would argue, in which we honor the most important moment in our faith story. In Easter, in death and resurrection, we have life! It is the pinnacle of our belief, where we stake our claim and find hope!
So… we have God, who created all things. And God decided to reveal God’s self to us through Jesus; through a human man, humbled beyond imagination through death on a cross, a servant to all through his life and his death. But the world betrays him; he dies and is raised from the dead so that the sins of the world might be forgiven? Continue reading
My 7-year-old son and I sat close together in church one recent Sunday morning. The service was about to begin; music filled the air. He leaned nearer to me and said “Sometimes what I hear in the Bible is hard to believe.” Continue reading
Wednesday nights can be hectic! We rush home from work so we can rush to church. We enjoy our time there; it is loud and fun and worshipful! But dinner, education and worship is a lot to fit into 2 ½ hours. Then we rush home and get two tired kids to bed so we can attempt to pick up the house, wash some dishes or fold the laundry before we collapse into bed ourselves. Continue reading
As my son molds into the person he was created to be, I am increasingly amazed by his intelligence, his compassion, his faith. As each day passes, I know him more deeply and experience more joy from his presence in my life! More than this, I’m starting to recognize that my son is a far better human than I am!
When I am angry with someone or sad, or afraid that someone is mad at me, I avoid. On the empathy scale, I’m a zero – maybe a one on a good day. Why do I do this? Why do I avoid conflict? My son – at only 7-years-old – handles things differently. Continue reading
My 7-year-old recently cornered me in the bathroom during the bedtime routine asking deep, intense questions about the Trinity; Three in One. (He’s done this to me before; though he was much younger at the time so the conclusion to my story was quite different! See Questions, Questions, Questions – But I’m no theologian!)
I simply could not keep up with his need to have fact fill the hole of human questions. So I said to him, “You know what buddy. This is hard to understand. But that is OK. How amazing that our God is so great that we can’t even fully understand his power!”
Ah, that go-to answer – the mystery of faith!